Throughout fiftheen years
A war has been run
So many years
Against us aberrations
Slaving through corridors
Supporting mediocrity
For our kind
Awaits the last solution
No need to worry
While they make up their minds
It's just a matter of
Spending some time
I've got time if you want it
You just let me know
All in a game of chess
Nobility's been rendered
The peasantry
Increasingly outnumbered
Treading the path of doom
So pleasantly unknowing
We're marching on
Year after year
Memories of victories
They seem to fade away
All the joy and liberties
That belong to yesterday
